If you are in a church today, someone may be in “your” pew. Move over. That’s what this is all about. Easter and Christmas tend to rustle sleepy Christians back to church, in the same way terrorist attacks prompt panicked…

For my mother, my pregnancy seemed a legitimate excuse to buy things. And so she bought away, dog-earing magazine pages and circling item numbers and amending a list of necessities that seemed to bloat like my waistline. I consented to…

For the past several weeks, a guy has been standing on a median strip in Waterbury with a beat up cardboard sign that reads “Homeless. Hungry. Help.” He marches back and forth on this narrow asphalt island, wearing an Army…

“Do you ever worry,” I asked my friend, “if you are living in your own echo chamber?” “Absolutely not,” says my friend. “I’m the most informed person I know.” It’s hard to argue with my friend, who is among the…

In the interest of full disclosure, I eat KIND bars. Three or four times a week, I gobble down these nut-and-fruit snack bars for breakfast. Mostly, I do it because they’re yummy. I also imagine they’re healthy – fruit, nuts,…

Just before Christmas, a bomb shredded through Cairo’s main Coptic Christian cathedral, minutes before Mass. When rescuers had pawed through the rubble, they discovered nearly 27 corpses, most of them women and children. Another 45 were wounded that morning at…

It’s getting so a girl can’t buy a decent blouse any more. My liberal Wisconsin friend tells me I can’t shop at L.L. Bean any more. “Big supporters of TRUMP!” she blasts in an email. “SAY NO TO WICKED GOOD…

“Let’s say,” my brother asked last week, “you were facing a layoff. “And let’s say,” he continued, “that your company offered retraining in a programming language that would allow you to keep your job. You would need to learn HTML,…

I hated Laura Petrie. I know it’s ill-mannered to speak ill of the dead but Laura Petrie, that pert, pouty, petulant sylph from “The Dick Van Dyke Show,” was about as adorable to me as an apron. And yet everybody…